Shotgun ravens
awaken the forest of your hair,
blasts from air conditioners
wing memory, our flight or fight or dance
response of bees hummed and hemmed
and hawed in this new glass hive,
hexes your scent of ocean
as curled and waved as the crow flies –
anything but straight,
anything but the fleeing from there to here
with even bubble wrap from our boxes
packing heat,
night falls, collared
in a noose of 100 degrees,
hits the pavement,
pops and wheezes,
and we've yet to plug in the lamps,
the apartment a shadow of wings,
while across the river
cop cars and firetrucks strobe –
a dark angel, you shimmy
in your underwear,
the lights of the city
our disco ball
The Sunday Muse
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qbit, you have ridden in to save the day. Crows do what they want; no use in setting an itinerary for them. Glad to see you are stayin alive.
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LOLOL! Thanks!!!
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Awesome…but I would also enjoy this as its own micro poem:
“a dark angel, you shimmy
in your underwear,
the lights of the city
our disco ball”
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Completely agree!
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“. . . with even bubble wrap from our boxes packing heat,” makes me smile. I am not sure why, in Texas “packing heat” means carrying a loaded gun. Literally, that’s quite an energy saver by using the bubble wrap.
BTW, in two more days I can do what I want to without registering my gun, new law. Not even a test to take or a need to conceal it.
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Thanks. “Carrying a gun” was intended, along with the direct meaning. My oldest lives in Austin, he was telling me about that new law.
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Reading your lines is always a beautiful poetic experience with all the sights and sounds.
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Blasts from the air conditioner certainly makes ones hair take flight. Enjoyed the references to different hair types. Nice played with words waved, curled and straight
Sometimes it’s all a knotted mess here…
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Ahahaha, yep!
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A Tale of the City feel .. in all its glorious __________! Fill in the blank, so many directions to head in this work of art.
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Thank you!!!
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Dear qbit
Luv the dance of chiaroscuro in this poem.
Happy you dropped by my blog.
Much❤love
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Thank you!!
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You have a magnificent talent with using just the right images to pull us in and out Qbit! So many brilliant lines in this. So glad you are back my friend! We missed you!
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Thanks! I missed you all too!
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Gorgeous and just a transient as something glimpsed on the way home–this is a marvelous momentary story.
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Thank you so much.
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I can see the heat waves rising above the pavement as I read this! Hang in there, cooler days are comng!
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Thank the Lord
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Oh, the crows will find a way. “the lights of the city our disco ball” Never thought of city light that way, but I’m sure glad you brought it to my mind. So love this poem!
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Thanks, lol!
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Love your images in this hot city vignette.
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Well, wow… very well done!!! Loved all the images running together, I could almost imagine myself there looking in on this 🙂
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Thank you!
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